Klopka Page #4

I knew you'd do as I said.

The gun is loaded

and you'd better unload it

until the time comes.

The instructions and the down payment

you'll find tomorrow in your mail box.

If something isn't clear,

leave a message for me

addressed to Milos Ilic,

PO Box 418, 11070 Belgrade.

Destroy this paper at once.

22-04. Are there any changes at the account?

Nemanja, don't run!

Nothing? - I'm not running.

Mladen?

- Have to go to the toilet.

Let me in,

I've cut myself.

Mladen!

- In a second.

Let me have a look...

- Leave it, I'll do it myself.

Dad, I don't want to go to school anymore.

- Why not?

Because of that ad.

- What ad?

You know what ad.

Everyone at school knows.

This is down payment,

the rest after the job is done.

The client is the owner of

Mapex trade company.

Leaves home around 9 AM,

comes back after 8 PM.

Do the job as soon as possible.

Boss, we're on strike.

- A brandy for me, please.

Marko said strike. - Give the

boss a drink. - Very well.

The Belgians think we're fools.

They offered us peanuts for our shares.

Ridiculous!

We used to be the strongest

civil engineering company.

They can't sell it without us.

I guess.

I can't help him.

I can't help my own son.

I'm lousy father.

Don't say that!

And what have I done?

As if we have any choice.

Nemanja! Tell me what's wrong.

Mladen!

- To the ER.

Get me the car keys. In my jacket!

Get Doctor Lukic! Call him!

Please!

He's alright, for the time being.

The best thing to do is

to have him stay here.

The seizures are more frequent.

Surgery, as soon as possible.

Thank you for coming.

What colour is your Renault 4?

Red.

- Mine is white.

Can we see him for a moment?

- Just for a moment.

What are we going to do now?

I'll sort it out.

I brought the medications.

Nemanja! Nemanja!

Nurse! Nurse!

We're losing the pulse!

Two cubic cm of adrenalin, quick! Oxygen!

Please...

Ivkovic!

Who the f*** are you?

Don't f*** with me, you hear?

I'm gonna kick your ass!

What are you doing in there?

I just wanted to take a shower,

and then come over to help you.

Take a shower?

- Yeah, I got dirty.

He could've died.

- Who?

What happened?

- What's the matter with you?

What happened to Nemanja?

He had a seizure,

while you were getting 'dirty'!

No, you don't understand.

Do you have anything to say?

Why are you silent?

You run and hide, so you don't have to look.

Is it easier for you like that?

Say something, man! I can't go on by myself!

Get away from me, please!

Please.

I wasn't the same person anymore.

And I couldn't tell anyone.

I had to be me.

As much as I could.

When you draw enough pictures

to fill this wall,

we'll be off. By plane.

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